My Ability Pool is Superior

The next day, ten o’clock in the morning.

As the principal of Zu Dian Campus, Pu Xueli’s days were actually quite comfortable.

When Lu Bai pushed open the door to the principal’s office, he happened to see this principal sprawled lazily on the sofa, humming a little tune.

“You’re here. Sit wherever you like.”

Pu Xueli didn’t get up, just smiled casually: “Don’t mind me. I’m not one to move around in the morning.”

Lu Bai didn’t stand on ceremony with him either and naturally sat down across from him.

“This kind of peace doesn’t come easy. If possible, I’d rather be an ordinary person living a mundane life.”

Pu Xueli picked up the green tea in front of him and took a sip: “That’s always been my dream—find a stable job with good pay, make a few friends, get together occasionally, chat and such.”

Lu Bai didn’t comment on this, but his gaze showed a bit of doubt.

If it wouldn’t seem impolite to interrupt Pu Xueli’s sentiments directly, he would have asked what this had to do with him.

This principal probably noticed Lu Bai wasn’t interested in the topic and asked with a hint of teasing: “So, from yesterday until now, have you been bombarded with messages to the point of annoyance?”

“Not bad.” Lu Bai shrugged.

“Heh, it’s my fault for not anticipating it earlier. If I’d known you’d make the list, I definitely would have advised you to hide your information first.”

Pu Xueli seemed a bit helpless as he said this: “It’s good for young people to have drive, but… don’t forget, there’s still the threat of replicants in the deathmatch arena.”

“I’m full of confidence.”

Lu Bai responded casually.

His tone was very relaxed, like he was talking about eating hotpot later.

This was indeed the fact—at least in deathmatch duels, he wouldn’t fear these so-called replicants.

“Confidence is a good thing…”

Pu Xueli habitually affirmed it, then continued: “But I have to remind you that from now on, you’d better keep your wits about you. Many threats don’t just come from the deathmatch arena.”

“Could it be that those factions I politely turned down will seek revenge on me?”

Lu Bai tilted his head slightly.

“Not at all. The other campuses, the major organizations and gangs—at least everyone has consistent goals.”

As Pu Xueli said this, a strong killing intent suddenly appeared in his expression, making one almost able to smell the clear bloody smell: “But there are always some rats in the gutters…”

The rats in the gutters he mentioned referred to an anti-humanity gang that called themselves [Can Society].

The members of Can Society were all genuine big converts.

They believed in survival of the fittest and regarded extraterrestrial civilization as their master.

At first, the members just preached surrender and that struggling was useless, things like that.

This stage was actually still normal. Humanity itself is an animal that develops self-destructive tendencies in extreme environments. This can be seen from jokes like “I’m tired, let’s destroy it all” or “This way, extraterrestrial lord.”

But as this gang developed, under mutual communication and brainwashing, the members gradually developed a strong convert’s fanaticism.

They were no longer satisfied with just calling for it and began taking real action.

Carrying out terror attacks, assassinating talented death fighters, seeking revenge on society…

The most unbelievable thing was that they hadn’t actually made contact with extraterrestrial civilization—standard self-provided supplies. Normal people couldn’t understand what these guys were after.

Under this gang’s tenets, naturally killing budding geniuses in the cradle was something they could do.

However, after quietly listening to Pu Xueli’s account, Lu Bai was only slightly surprised and didn’t feel any panic.

With [Flash Time] and [Ink Black] in hand, if those lunatics really came at him, it would be no different from seeking death.

He nodded: “I’ll be careful.”

“These rats have no bottom line in their actions. I’ve already applied for special talent protection for your younger brother and sister. As for you, keep a low profile for a while and don’t wander around carelessly.”

Pu Xueli sighed and added: “Whatever, I’m too lazy to nag. As long as you know what you’re doing.

The reason I called you here today is for another matter. Your Counselor Liang asked me to ask if you’ve decided which department to choose?”

As mentioned before, the Death Fighter Campus isn’t purely a school; it also has some army and administrative functions.

These reserves, once they finish the first three rounds of deathmatch duels, are considered graduated.

Only students who can become official death fighters are qualified to stay on campus.

But their identity is no longer student, but faculty staff.

In the faculty staff system, there are roughly five levels, from low to high: clerical level, assistant level, document level, coordination level, strategy level.

Each level is divided into provisional, deputy, and regular.

Generally speaking, the faculty staff who inquire with students after deathmatches are basically the lowest clerical level, and still provisional positions.

This level is a mixed bag, with quite a few ordinary people—security guards, doormen, school doctors, these all belong to provisional clerical level.

For ordinary people, regular clerical level is the ceiling; they can’t rise any higher.

Because becoming an official death fighter is a hard requirement for promotion to assistant level.

But don’t underestimate this faculty staff system. Though called faculty staff, it matches the administrative and army systems.

Any document level tossed into the army would immediately get lieutenant treatment.

“Assessment Department.”

Lu Bai gave his answer without hesitation.

When it came to his own treatment, Lu Bai had clearly looked into it beforehand.

The Assessment Department was famously leisurely in the Death Fighter Campus.

Few tasks, lots of idle time, steady income regardless.

“Not bad, you can have more time to improve yourself.”

Pu Xueli didn’t care which department Lu Bai chose, as long as he stayed in Zu Dian Campus.

He drained the tea water in his cup in one gulp.

“Go straight to the school affairs building later to pick up your identification. Don’t complain about the level being low; I’ve already fought for the maximum possible within the rules…”

……

“Pretty good.”

Lu Bai walked home, examining the faculty staff identification in his hand.

[Lu Bai, Assessment Department, Group Six, Deputy Head.]

In the faculty staff system, the level was regular assistant.

This wasn’t just skipping three levels; it was skipping five.

Compared to most classmates who had to start from provisional clerical level and grind seniority, he was starting on a completely different level.

Counselor Liang Fuzhong had grinded for over twenty years and was only at Lu Bai’s current level.

Lu Bai walked to the steel frame bridge and noticed a middle-aged man standing by the bridge, wearing a director’s hat and toad sunglasses.

The other man was bored, eyeing the pedestrians coming and going on the bridge. When he saw Lu Bai, he suddenly perked up and quickly approached him.

Rubbing his hands, he said exaggeratedly: “Student, your looks are great. Have you ever thought about developing in the entertainment industry?”

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